Hey guys! This is my first FanFic. Tried my best on it, hope you're ready. Don't forget to Fave, Follow , and Review. Now let's get on with it, shall we? Hope you're ready for some little kid Reid! 3 BTW, Hotch never had Jack in this FanFic. NOW LET'S GO!3 -CookieCow
The team were heading into the meeting room. "There have been four killings in the last week, all here in Quantico." JJ said, pointing to the board, "First, the man strangles them, then he stabs them in the eyes, and he finishes off by taking their wedding rings." JJ continued on, "All victims were women that were married." The team looked at the pictures of the women, each with grotesque, bleeding eyes. "Why would he waste time on strangling them and stabbing them, instead of just takin' the rings and running?" Morgan wondered "Who knows, maybe there's a deeper meaning to this case, like there always is." Emily shrugged. "But the fourth on is the one that's really strange." JJ stated, "In the fourth killing, instead of stabbing her in the eyes, he stabbed both of her shoulders, and took the rings." JJ finished. "Did any of the women have children?" Rossi asked, JJ sighed, "Actually, none of them did, which is strange since most of these women had been married for years." The team looked a little confused, but went back to normal after a while.
The team arrived at the scene, another woman hade been murdered. "The victim is a, uh, Diana Reid, 31 years old, married to a William Reid." The Officer stated. "Where's the husband?" Hotch asked, "Neighbors say he left for a buisness trip, they don't know where though." The officer walked off with that. "Kinda' strange don't you think? I mean, the husband goes off on a 'buisness trip' and the neighbors know, but they don't know where." Prentiss said, she was suspicious about this "William Reid" figure. "Morgan, the officers haven't searched the house yet, go in there with Prentiss and Officer Olson." Hotch commanded, "Okay Hotch. Prentiss, let's go get in there, you too Officer Olson." Morgan yelled, walking off. Morgan looked into the house with Prentiss as the officer went straight in with his flashlight. "God, it's dark in here, looks like a tornado hit it." Emily groaned, having to step over things every second. Derek gave a quiet laugh as Emily smirked at him. It was strange, the body was found on the front lawn, but there was extreme evidence of a struggle in the house, a little bit of blood, and other things. Derek and Prentiss went up stairs, and into the rooms. Emily looked in the bathroom, Morgan looked in the bedroom. *Whimper*. Morgan's head shot up, he heard a soft whimper, it sounded like a, like a puppy! Derek called "EMILY!", she came rushing in . Derek had his gun out, so did Emily. Morgan motioned to the closet, Prentiss nodded. Morgan approached it with caution, he opened the closet. There were light yet heavy sobs. Emily and Morgan crouched at the same time. Emily gasped, Morgan's jaw hung open a little. There, in the closet, not a very big one, sat a tiny child. He looked like a dear in headlights. The child realized after a while and just stared at them, starting to scream for help. Morgan leaned in to keep the kid calm, "Shh, shh, it's okay." Morgan reached out to child. At that moment, the kid went limp, and cried even louder as he then tried to move farther and farther away from him. Morgan realized the kid was horrified, "Hey buddy, we're with the police, we're FBI, you don't have to be scared." He tried so hard to comfort the small scared child. But even though he told him this, the child still got scared. "Hotch," Morgan said over his radio, "we got a situation..." his voice trailed off.
Hotch walked into the house dodging the things scattering the floor with his feet. Hotch went upstairs, where Emily and Morgan were waiting. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Hotch questioned, seeing them crouched by the closet. Morgan got up to tell him, "Hotch, there's a kid in that closet. He's goin' insane, won't let us touch him." Derek pointed to the small closet that Emily was next to. "Okay, we gotta get him out of there." Hotch went down by the closet, looking at the small child. "Hey buddy, it's okay. Just come on out, we won't hurt you." Hotch assured. The tiny child didn't care, he continued crying, covering his ears and pulling up his knees. "Hotch, should we just pull him right out?" Morgan whispered to him. "We can't do that, he'll be scared even further." Hotch whispered back. "Hotch, I think we should." Emily whispered to him, "We can't though, he'll go insane and hurt himself." Hotch whispered a little louder, the little boy could hear. The little boy was pushing himself into the corner, crying heavier. "Hey, no, no , no, no, it's okay buddy, we won't hurt you." Emily told him. Hotch sighed in defeat, maybe they should pull him out, this boy could be in serious danger, or be an unseen witness.
Hotch got closer to the little boy, but the little boy just froze, not imposing any danger to anyone. Hotch lifted the small boy up and out of the closet. The small child didn't struggle, but instead kept as quiet as possible. not looking at Hotch, as if he were embarassed. Hotch tried to get him to talk, "Hey buddy, what's your name?" he said, putting the child on the bed. The child didn't feel comfortable on it, since it was covered in useless crap. The child wouldn't let anyone see his face, no one could even get a look for less than a second. "Hey Morgan, can you get the paramedics to check him?" Hotch asked him, "Be right back Boss." Morgan walked off to get the paramedics.